Page 77 of Breaker

Harlow settles himself back onto the bench. His thigh touches mine, his other Viper’s, and I resist the urge to draw my knife and stab it through his leg.

He killed Hunter.

He tore my brother apart, and unless we can slip out before Rune’s soldiers are notified, we may end up in pieces, too.

Now I’m panicking even more, utter chaos swirling in my head, my eyes darting from one end of the park to the other, searching for the enemy. Rune’s about to get two more of us.

“God-fucking-dammit,“ Reaper shouts in the earpiece. “Tell him he has our attention.”

I blow out a breath. “We’re here.”

“Good.” Harlow nods in the girl’s direction, watching the Julian girl and Gavin’s daughter link arms and walk toward the large fountain at the center. “Since you’re all here, we can have a conversation.”

“Fuck we can,” Viper growls but stays still.

“I see you’ve taken an interest in Delilah and Cora.” Harlow smiles. “Not that I blame you. They are lovely girls.” His smile drops. “But they are just that. Girls.”

I wait, knowing he has more to say. Viper shifts, but I give a subtle shake of my head. I may want to stab Clyde Harlow in the middle of this park, but I won’t.

Viper will.

Harlow keeps his focus on the two women. “Innocent.”

“Like our brother was,” I say.

“Pawns,” Harlow says, nodding. “Though your brother was hardly innocent, but he didn’t deserve what Rune did to him.

I gesture to Delilah and Cora across the park. “Her security detail is garbage, by the way.”

From what we gathered when we researched her last week, her bodyguard isn’t new. Rune Gavin keeps a tight leash on his daughter after what he did. She’s rarely ever alone or even out in public.

He must know what’s coming.

“You may want to tighten up security.” My smile is poisonous. “Pawns may be innocent, but they’re the perfect pieces for revenge.”

Harlow takes a deep breath, then lets out a humorless chuckle. “Can Fallon hear what I’m saying?”

I nod. Fallon can’t, but Reaper can.

“Good,” he says, relaxing into the seat and spreading his legs out, wider. “I have a deal for him.”

“Fuck you and your fucking deals,” Viper snaps, but I hold up a hand before he can say more.

“Go on,” I tell Harlow, giving Viper a warning glare.

He reaches into his suit pocket and pulls out a white envelope, dropping it on my lap. “You are well acquainted with what Rune is capable of doing.”

I stare down at the envelope, scared to open it for what I may find inside. Viper leans across Harlow and snatches it up, removing the contents. He goes still, his eyes snapping to me.

“What the fuck is this?” he asks, eyes flaring wide. “Is this…?” Viper’s voice trails off, and he leans back in the seat, adjusting his baseball cap, the images hanging loosely from his hand.

It’s nearly dark now, and the lights around the park flicker on. Hundreds of tiny bulbs, blink to life like fireflies, and then the entire park is flooded with a silvery glow.

Someone nearby laughs.

Harlow points to the pictures in Viper’s hand. “Evidence. I have more.”

“What does that mean?” I ask. “More evidence?” but even as the question leaves my mouth, I already know.

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